I'm a poet for those little moments
That I want to remember just right
So I take out a pen and write what you
Said that was worth remembering.
I'm a poet for the shallow hope
That I will be revered and loved.
I model the greats like Milton and Yates
And pray that history notices me.
I'm a poet because while voices fade,
Hands stiffen on keys, bodies go gray,
Words have no age limit, so 'til my last
Breath I can type, write, and rhyme.
I'm a poet because I crave the beauty
That accompanies a meadow captured
In meters, metaphors, and personification
So I can see it wherever life may lead.
I'm a poet because I have to be.
My head echoes words and ideas,
My fingers ache for pens and pencils
And I am powerless unless I create.